that he needs that much food. Try feeding him twice a day, and see how much he eats. we are call him Beau. We often let Beau outside during the day, but he always returned when we called him.
In the evenings, Beau curled up with us on the couch. At night, when we stretched and turned off the television, Beau continued to head for the porch. He always slept there, even during cold, snowy December nights.
Beau responded by heading straight to the door for a howl session. These invariably ended with one of us putting Beau outside. Later we learned that one of our neighbors had fed Beau when he was a stray. She didn't know that we had adopted Beau, so she continued to feed him whenever
Then he hid, often behind the couch, and waited to be fished out. His antics mobilized the entire family—even Dad—as we chased him around the house, searching and laughing. Finally we had everything a family could possibly want—a house of our own, a loving family, and our very own pet, at last.